Awww fuckity fuck fuck. Need to vent.

I was having a Kerouac moment, and I was writing my whole book in one stroke. Whatever made me never think to not press "CTRL + S" is beyond me.

I had two solid chapters for my sweet ass book, and they have been lost to nothingness.

The irony was that I was writing about properly directing anger, letting it out, rather than holding it in. 

Well, if it's worth doing once, I'l do it again, I just wanted it to be done before I go to New Orleans. Well, I have five hours of pre-writing under my belt, right?

How in the fuck could I write for five hours, be totally brilliant, but not brilliant enough to save? This was the work of the gods, the timing of the computer just shutting down was impecable. I need to go and reflect on this... 

I need a long-ass bike ride. Peace.